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The hidden tunnel Tommy had mentioned…the one I’d forgotten all about.

They were waiting for me.

He cups my face, his thumb tracing over my lips before pinching my mouth. He’s so close I can almost taste him. My gaze flickers to Tommy, who still has a crazed look in his eye, though slightly more composed than before.

Remy chuckles, and his dark hair hangs over his face. “You think pretty boy is going to save you, little lamb? He wants to fuck you as much as I do.”

I can’t bring myself to answer. I’m perfectly aware that Tommy is just as deranged as the rest of them.

“Now that I know you’re not a virgin, I’m going to bend you in every position and punish your pussy for not saving yourself for me.” His lips find my ear. “You were so terrified for your soul, but what you should have been terrified of, is me. I was exactly who you thought I was that day in the library, Diana—the person you saw behind the mask. I’ve been waiting for you for a long, long time.”

My eyes find his, a glaring dare. “So, have you decided which one of you is going to mark me?”

His pupils flare, and I nearly whimper. His hand finds my hips, and he rolls into me. “Yeah, baby,” he says in a husky voice, his dark hair hanging in his face. “You’re mine, you’ve always been mine.”

My breath catches as I can sense Tommy in the room, like a vacuum of energy in the corner I can’t ignore. Watching, waiting for his turn.

Remy reaches down, tugging my shirt up and raising my arms, exposing my breasts to them both. My breath deepens as he palms me and my body melts at his touch.

He stands back and rubs his hand over his mouth. “Take off your clothes,” he orders. “I want you completely naked.”

As if possessed, I unzip my jeans and wiggle them off. I try to contain my heart rate and the aching pain that shoots to my core as I step out of them.

“Now what?” I breathe, maintaining deep eye contact.

I gasp as he slides two fingers inside me, causing my body to tremble beneath his touch. He’s far from gentle as he shoves them deeper inside, and my eyes roll to the back of my head and moan. He pulls them out and curls his lip as if not pleased with what he felt. “You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you? Letting Tommy fuck you this morning.” He brings his fingers to my mouth, rubbing them over my lips, forcing me to taste myself. “I have to punish you for that, Diana. From now on, you need to follow my orders.”

I don’t recognize Remy right now. I don’t know if this darkness was always there, or if I’ve ignited it inside him.

“Get on your hands and knees and crawl to the bed.”

I’m acutely aware of Tommy watching in the corner, and I flick my eyes to him. “Tommy…” I say with a shaky breath.

“It’s okay, firefly. Just do what he says.” His hand slides over the bulge in his sweatpants. He’s getting off on this.

My heart is weeping as I get on all fours and slowly make my way to the bed, stopping at the bottom of it and waiting for my next order. My natural instinct is to obey, despite wanting to slaughter him for treating me this way.

He walks up behind me, sliding his hand up my legs and slapping my ass so hard my body shifts forward.

“Get off the floor, little lamb,” he whispers.

I crawl forward, lie down, and face them. Then, I spread my legs and use my arms to lift my body. I’m overwhelmed by the pressure, and furious about how they’re handling this and what they have planned for me. I am no one’s slave.

“Touch yourself,” Remy growls. “Show me how worked in that pussy is.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I place my hand between my legs and give myself a sweet caress, running my finger along my clit before pressing them inside where Remy’s fingers just were. Despite Tommy breaking my cherry earlier, everything is sensitive and tight.

Remy towers over me, his dark eyes glowing in the red light emanating from the lava lamp. Tommy leaves his corner, stands next to me, and reaches out to play with my breasts. Both are breathing heavily, ready to solidify my place in hell.

I move my hand down to my side and slide it under the mattress. Tommy’s been sleeping with this blade under his sheets for days and had no idea.

Remy slides on top of me, and I brace myself, sucking in a breath. Anticipating him. He leans down, and I meet his lips with mine. My nipples are hard, pressing against his chest as I wrap my legs around him, squeezing my thighs.

His cock pulses as he readies himself with one hand. It’s thick, wide and throbbing.

Before he can react, I grab my knife and place the tip to his flesh.

His body goes wholly still. Every ounce of pure muscle on his godlike body flexes over top of me. “How’s this for taking orders?” I taunt him.